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Dairl for only seven days She’s becoe, I’ve probably becohtmare

I bound up the concrete stairs to her second story apart loudly and I knock on her door al in short spurts, the rain dripping down ain What if she’s not there? Da out my phone, I’m just about to when the door cracks open, the safety chain in place

Relief floods h the narrowly open door, wearing only a thin, oversized T-shirt and nothing else All I see is long, shapely legs and tousled blonde hair

My body instantly reacts

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is sot your text” I swipethe raindrops away

“You’re two hours too late” She’s about to shut the door but I wedgeit open “Go away Drew”

“Fable, listen to me I fell asleep I’ve been asleep for hours I woke up not even fifteen e, I hopped in my truck and sped over here” I spreadrain across et to you”

“So what?” Her flippant tone irritates h h I probably deserve the attitude

“Come on” I scratch the back ofokay with your ?”

She frowns “No eencies We’re fine”

“Good” My heart eases a little and I rub et it I justafter seeing that text, I had to make sure you were safe”

I ease my foot away so she can close the door and turn, ready to leave when I hear her speak

“Dreait”

Slowly I turn back around to find she’s opened the door all the way, allowing me to fully see her And fk, she’s so beautiful Her face scrubbed coeous hair a wavy mess that tumbles just past her shoulders The T-shirt only hints at her curves, but I know exactly what she looks like beneath it and ers itch to take it off of her

“Yeah?” My voice cracks and I clearher close brings her into h problems on her own She doesn’t need mine to royally screw up her life